1. Time passes with my strength and youth
Intent on making me join the abode of ruin

2. It undoes my composition and corrupts my form
Through action, under shrouds and dust

3. How strange is the nearness of a distance
That has come between me and my companions

4. I have become a prisoner of a lonely house
Yearning intensely for loved ones

5. Waiting expectantly for the coming of those
Who will come to me from absence

6. But their coming will be against my will
For it is a worry to see them in shrouds

7. I can hear them, though they are muted, by what
They gurgle, and I cannot utter a response

8. What my hands have written and what
My tongue has spoken will be recorded in a book

9. Until each soul is recompensed for its efforts
On the day it stands for reckoning

10. Good will be recompensed with good, and wrongdoing
Will be forgiven and overlooked, what is between me and it

11. My expectation of Him is a beautiful expectation, I do not
Doubt the Merciful, I do not waver

12. I am a suckling babe, not yet weaned of His generosity
How to be weaned when I have not stood at His door?

13. Generosity is my mother, and suckling is my dwelling
And all I have is from the Bestower